"Don’t ntion it."
Mia Ginger turned around to get so water and said softly, "Don’t talk about them anymore."
"Can you let go?"
Zoey Leaf had known her for six or seven years and it was the first ti she saw her so deeply attached, making her unbearably curious, so she couldn’t help but ask.
Mia Ginger gave her a steady look.
After a while, she forced a smile, "Whether I can let go or not, what does it matter? I’m not right for him, and I’ve even offended all his family mbers; there’s no way we can be together."
"..."
Zoey Leaf thought of the mont when Mia knelt down to Zane Jackson and fell silent.
——
The room was stifling.
The floor fan had been whirring for over two hours.
Four people sat around the coffee table for a noisy hotpot al, of course, mainly the other three making noise, with Mia Ginger speaking a few words occasionally.
She thought of Aunt Lee saying she would make sweet and sour ribs for dinner and felt a bit upset.
That left her feeling sullen in the end.
She and Zoey Leaf cleaned up the ss, and around half-past nine, finally sent the three out.
After closing the door, she let out a long sigh.
Turning back to her room.
"Mia?" Camilia Davis hadn’t slept, calling out to her from the room.
Mia Ginger responded and entered.
"Co to mom," Camilia Davis propped herself up with one hand, yawning weakly, smiling with an exploration in her eyes, "Has he contacted you?"
"I don’t know," Mia said softly.
After leaving the Jackson Family, she had turned off her phone in the car and hadn’t checked since, so she naturally didn’t know if anyone had contacted her.
"No phone calls?" Camilia Davis’s voice carried so disappointnt.
"No," Mia forced a smile, "Don’t think too much, rest early. I’ll have ti to accompany you and take care of your health."
"I don’t have much ti left anyway," Camilia Davis said, tears falling again, her hand veined and gripping Mia’s hand, sobbing, "It’s my fault, if it weren’t for , you wouldn’t be..."
"Let it go now it’s over," Mia said, "From now on, it’s just us relying on each other."
"You this..."
Camilia seed to realize it wasn’t just a tantrum, staring blankly at her, then hurriedly sat up, coughing while saying, "No, I’ve already beco like this, you don’t need to suffer with , I can’t... drag you down, go back, dear, go back tomorrow, mom can see he’s a good person, he does care about you."
"It’s not as simple as you think."
"You have to go back," Camilia tightly held her hand, "Being with leads to nothing good, it’s my fault, and now I’ve dragged you down to this point."
"It’s not about you, I’m not happy in the Ginger Family either," Mia forced a smile as she helped her lie down, whispering, "Sleep, we’ll talk in the morning."
"Mia!" Camilia clutched her hand, unwilling to let go.
"Sleep, really, it’s fine," Mia gently pried her grip away, turned off the light, and walked out.
Returned to her own room.
Took out her phone and looked at it for a while.
Didn’t turn it on.
Didn’t feel like even washing up or changing clothes, just lay down on the bed as she was.
Couldn’t sleep.
Mosquitoes buzzed by her ears, and outside, Camilia’s movents as she got up in the night, and the laughter of late-returning tenants could be heard.
She felt restless and upset.
Tossing and turning until midnight, she got up, intending to get so fresh air outside.
Finally, it was quiet outside.
The faint sound of "drip, drip" was heard by her ears, like droplets of water falling onto the ground. She glanced around inattentively, her gaze resting on the half-open door to Camilia’s room.
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